Of course, you know
\nall Elephants have good memories
\nand I am no exception, for I do
\nstill remember vividly
\nhow the man tribe
\ncame with trucks
\nand quite a lot of crew<\/p>\n
mother would have never ever
\nleft me
\nfrom a tiny baby she was
\nalways there
\nevery scrape that ever I got
\ninto
\nshe was there to make me more aware<\/p>\n
Migration routes, to water holes
\nand lush green food
\nalways she knew, and so we knew too
\nbut this day this dark dismal day
\nwhen the men came with their trucks
\nand we were separated
\nI know the whole thing sucks
\nI felt that dart it hit me
\ndeep into my side
\nit really hurt,I was so stressed out
\nbut my time I had to bide.<\/p>\n
By the time I woke up
\nI was chained down heavily
\nWe were driven
\nlike the clappers
\nmother she
\nwas gone
\nso now I had been caught
\nI was to be their prisoner
\nall alone was I
\nnow tragically<\/p>\n
they took me to a compound
\nstout posts and fences lay
\nboth were very high
\nand I was not as big as some
\nbut i could see the sky!<\/p>\n
They fed me very little
\nalmost nothing
\nhonestly they didn’t seem to care
\nIt seems to me I would never ever
\nsee my mum
\nI mulled over that thought
\nwith some despair
\none morning bright and early
\na cacophony, a rabble of the
\nraucous cries I heard
\njust outside the compound
\nwhere they kept me
\nvultures squabbling frantically
\nabsurd
\nI know but it occurred to me
\nthat possibly
\nsomething had just died out there on view
\nbut actually I couldn’t see what was happening
\nand really, well I never really knew
\nsome years later someone said
\nit was my sister, who died
\nBut though I haven’t seen sight
\nor sound of her
\nit could have been that they
\nwild source had lied.<\/p>\n
I was up against it
\nwith no help sadly
\nthey tried to to break my spirit
\nhow they tried
\nI remember mother telling me
\nwhatever happened in my life
\nnever ever show them your true side
\nalways leave them thinking
\nthat they knew you
\nand one day you will get your
\nchance and then
\nyou could really show them
\nwhat you were made of
\nin many ways that suggestion
\na pure gem
\nI was put to work
\nclearing the forest
\nI had to push trees down
\nI kind of thought
\nthis would really be excellent
\ntraining
\nand despite a lot of straining
\nI was very able, despite,, being short.<\/p>\n
And one day I was taken to this village
\nit had a courtyard and big crowds were there
\nthey dressed me up in all sorts of regalia
\nand sprayed me red
\nmatting my fine short hair
\nI felt those bull hooks
\nenter me, I hated them
\nthe men who drove those hooks
\ninto me, they
\nclearly like the experience of hurting
\nand I was getting ready for my day
\nonce a year Bull elephants get angry
\na cocktail of rich hormones
\nchange our being
\nand in my case sent me into a rage
\n“Must’n” it is called and I was good and angry
\nrecalling mother and her kindly words
\nThe bull hook buggers they were going to get it
\nthey were going to fly soon with the birds<\/p>\n
I threw the little git into the sunset
\nhe ended up spread eagled in the dust
\nI picked him up and smashed him with a flurry
\nExpecting every bone he had, to be bust
\nmy excuse was my hormones, but that cretin now had been
\nbeating me for more than year
\nI was more like his machine
\nthese men forget I’m 3 tonnes
\nand they are just 8 stones
\nif I want I’ll tear them
\nlimb from limb, their moans
\nwill be heard well half way across
\nthe continent and that does make me feel
\na lot better in side myself
\nthat I can be so real<\/p>\n
I smashed down a few fences
\nand thumped a truck or two
\nhuman beings are such creeps
\nthey know what I can do
\nbut they dole out their sickness
\nits sadly now in view
\nfor we are getting sick and tired
\nand retaliation seems
\nto be the only method left
\nto create our own bad dreams
\nthe guy was dead nigh
\nevery bone was broken
\nhe never regained
\nconsciousness, I hear
\nIts possible he never
\nfelt the agony
\nthat I had felt
\nwith his bull hooks in my rear<\/p>\n
any other men who came to help me
\nrespected me from that day on
\nand they
\nnever ever used another bull hook
\nthey smiled more and they patted me
\nokay
\nNow I’ve done a stint inside the circus
\nlost face there its true
\nbut now I’m gone
\nNow I’m sitting in a peaceful sanctuary
\nsort of in retirement now upon
\nthinking and remembering the early days
\nfollowing my mother and the herd
\nalthough I haven’t seen her
\nand I don’t know what became of her
\nI remember every single word<\/p>\n
she ever taught me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
a story based loosely around a picture video I saw this morning from India Continue reading